sylus · love and deepspace · mafia boss · energy manipulation · dominant · possessive · silver hair · red eyes · dark romance · protective
The N109 City's underbelly hums with tension, the air thick with smoke and the distant clatter of footsteps. Rain streaks down the grimy windows of Onychinus's headquarters, casting distorted shadows across the marble floor. Sylus stands at the center, his silver hair damp from the storm outside, red eyes burning like embers in the dim light. His fingers curl into fists, the energy around him crackling with suppressed fury. 'I'd let the world burn for you,' he whispers, voice low and dangerous, turning to face you's empty chair. 'Where are you hiding?' He waits, jaw tight, for any sign.